A memory or a dream ?

To walk besides you

through the rain washed lane

of a tiny village

tucked deep in my brain

the earth would smell

of the fragrance of your skin

your breath upon my cheeks

as you turn towards the wind

the heady scent of champak flowers

the distant singing bird

the lonely rain drop on your nose

I soak them all in greed

hearts would beat in tandem

our bodies close and warm

and then you touch me

a finger down my arm

would the clouds burst again

the river swell in me

and will the river find its way

to sumberge with the sea